Elena
After the dramatic turn in the dining room, Rhoda gave us permission to take our dinner upstairs. She seemed almost pleased that Killian had taken out the man who was harassing me.
“I see chivalry is not dead,” she told me with a wink.
We ate in relative silence in the parlor room our of suite. Killian was ravenous, pointing out his previous lie about having no appetite. While I tried to focus on the delicious sustenance in front of me, my eyes kept falling to the folded blanket and pillow that sat on one end of the couch.
“Obviously,” Killian said as he saw my line of sight, “I can sleep out here.”
“If that’s what you want,” I said, at the moment not sure what I wanted.
I had never seen or expected Killian to stand up for me, in words or in actions. But between his threats
